8. Chapter 8 - Axl #2
"One piece." She touches her right hip through her dress. "It's nothing fancy."
The thought of her tattoo, hidden beneath that dress, sends heat rushing through me. I want to see it. I want to trace it with my fingers, and my tongue.
Christ, what is happening to me? I've been around beautiful women my entire adult life. Why is this one turning me inside out?
"It's getting stuffy in here," I say, nodding toward the balcony doors. "Want some fresh air?"
Dahlia glances at the crowded room where her friend Emily is now taking selfies with our drummer. "Sure. Lead the way."
I guide her through the throng of partygoers, my hand hovering near the small of her back without quite touching her.
The night air is cool and refreshing after the heat of the packed penthouse. The city lights stretch out before us like a glittering carpet beneath a velvet sky.
"Wow," she breathes, moving to the railing. "This view is incredible."
"It's one of the perks of the job," I join her, leaving a small distance between us. "Though honestly, most nights I don't even notice it."
"That's sad," she turns to look at me. "A view like this should never become invisible."
"Maybe I just needed the right person to see it with."
She rolls her eyes, but I catch the smile she tries to hide. "Do lines like that actually work for you?"
"I don't know. Is it working?" I grin, leaning my hip against the railing.
"Not even a little bit,"
"Then I'll have to try harder." I take a sip of my whiskey. "So, Dr. Dahlia, what does a geneticist do at rock concerts?"
"The same thing everyone else does. Listen to music, drink overpriced beer, watch the hot guy on stage."
"Hot guy, huh?" I raise an eyebrow. "Anyone I know?"
Your ego doesn't need the boost."
"My ego is perfectly healthy, thank you very much."
"I can see that." She gestures to the penthouse behind us. "All these screams 'modest and humble.'"
"Hey, I earned every square foot of this place," I defend myself, though I'm not actually offended. "I was playing dive bars for tips five years ago."
"That's impressive. How did you get started?"
"My brother and I used to play on street corners after our parents died. Music was the only thing that kept us going." I don't know why I'm telling her this. I never talk about my past with strangers.
"I'm sorry about your parents," she says quietly.
I shrug, uncomfortable with her sympathy. "That's ancient history. What about you? How does someone become a geneticist?"
"By being a massive nerd who'd rather dissect frogs than go to prom."
"Somehow I doubt that was your only option for prom night."
She smiles. "Let's just say I've always been more comfortable with test tubes than people."
"And yet here you are, at a party full of strangers."
"Here I am," she agrees. "Talking to the last person I expected to connect with tonight."
The air between us shifts, and I move closer, drawn to her like a magnet.
"What did you expect?"
"I expected the typical rock star. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. Living for the spotlight."
"And now?"
She tilts her head, studying me like I'm one of her science experiments. "Now I'm not sure what to think. You're... different."
"Different good or different bad?"
"Just different." I'm so close that I can smell her perfume. It can't be a pheromone unless she's an omega. Is she? "There's something about you that doesn't fit the image you project on stage."
"Maybe that's just the image you had in your head."
"Maybe." Her eyes drop to my mouth for a split second before returning to mine. "Or maybe you're just very good at hiding."
I swallow hard. No one has ever seen through me so quickly. It's terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
"What if I don't want to hide?" I close the distance between us. "Not tonight and not with you."
She doesn't back away. "Then don't."
That's all the invitation I need. I lean in, giving her time to pull back if she wants to. She doesn't. Instead, she meets me halfway, and when our lips touch, the world falls away.
The kiss starts soft but quickly deepens as she makes a small sound in the back of her throat that drives me wild. Her lips are soft and full, and she tastes like mint. I cup her face with one hand and angle her head to deepen the kiss.
When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard.
"Fuck," I rest my forehead against hers. "I want you… Can I fuck you?"
"Yes," she nods. Her eyes are dazed and hungry.
I take her hand and lead her back inside through the crowd toward the hallway that leads to my private rooms. My heart pounds a rhythm in my chest that is more urgent than any drumbeat I've ever played to.
The hallway seems endless, but finally, we reach my room, and I take her into the bathroom for added privacy.
I close the door behind us, and the music from the party becomes a distant thump. My bathroom is massive, with a walk-in shower, soaking tub, and double vanity.
"Is this, okay?" I ask, suddenly worried she'll think this is tacky or desperate.
Her answer is to pull me down for another kiss. Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging slightly.
I back her up against the vanity, my hands roaming her curves through her dress. She arches into my touch, making soft noises that drive me crazy.
"God, you're gorgeous," I mutter against her neck, as I trail kisses down to her collarbone.
"Less talking, more doing," she commands, and I can't help but laugh.
"Bossy. I like it."
I lift her onto the vanity top, stepping between her legs as they part for me. Her dress rides up her thighs, revealing smooth light olive skin I immediately want to taste.
Her hands find the buttons on my shirt, fumbling slightly in her eagerness. I help her, shrug it off and toss it aside. Her eyes widen as she takes in my tattoos, she traces the wolf that covers my left pectoral.
"It's beautiful," she whispers.
I capture her mouth again, as I find the zipper of her dress. "May I?"
She nods, lifting slightly to help me pull the dress over her head. Underneath, she's wearing a black lace bra and matching panties that make my mouth go dry.
"Fuck, look at you," I breathe, taking in the sight of her. Her curves are lush and perfect.
I lower my head to press kisses along the tops of her breasts, reveling in the way her breath catches. When I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, she arches her back to help me.
Her breasts spill free, full and perfect with dark nipples already hard and begging for attention. I cup them in my hands, feeling their weight before lowering my mouth to take one nipple between my lips.
She gasps, her head falling back as I suck and lick, using just enough teeth to make her moan. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, and her nails dig in slightly.
"The other one," she pants, and I happily oblige, giving her other breast the same treatment while my hand slides up her inner thigh.
When I reach the edge of her panties, I look up at her. "Yes?"
"God, yes," she moans.
I slide my fingers beneath the lace, finding her already wet and ready. The knowledge that she wants this as badly as I do makes me throb against the confines of my jeans.
I stroke her slowly, and when I circle her clit, she jerks and cries out.
"You're sensitive," I note with a grin.
"Shut up," she gasps.
I drop to my knees in front of her, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips, allowing me to slide them down her legs and threw them somewhere.
Now she's completely naked before me, perched on my bathroom vanity, with her curls wild around her flushed face. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"Spread your legs for me,"
She complies, opening herself to my gaze. Her pussy is perfect, and it's glistening with her arousal. What else could I ask for…
"I'm going to taste you now,"
"Please,"
I lift her legs, and place them over my shoulders as I lean in. The first swipe of my tongue through her folds pulls a moan from both of us. She tastes amazing, sweet and tangy and addictive.
I explore her with my mouth, finding the rhythm and pressure she responds to most. When I suck her clit between my lips, her thighs tighten around my head, and she cries out.
"Oh fuck, Axl!"
Hearing my name on her lips like that spurs me on. I slide two fingers inside her while continuing to work her clit with my tongue. Her pussy clench around my fingers as I curl them to find that spot inside her.
"Right there," she gasps, moving her hips against my face. "Don't stop!"
I have no intention of stopping. I work her relentlessly, adding a third finger and stretching her as I suck harder on her clit. Her moans grow louder, and her body tenses as she approaches the edge.
When she comes, it's with a cry that echoes off the bathroom tiles. Her back arches, her thighs clamp around my head, and her pussy pulses around my fingers. I work her through it, easing up only when she tugs at my hair, too sensitive to continue.
I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and look down at her sprawled across my vanity. Her chest heaves, her skin glows with a fine sheen of sweat, and her eyes are half-lidded with satisfaction.
"Turn around,"
She blinks, then slides off the vanity on shaky legs. I help her turn, positioning her in front of the large mirror that spans the wall above the sink.
"Look at yourself," I murmur in her ear, standing behind her. "Look how beautiful you are after you come."
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, dark with renewed desire. I reach around to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I press my still-clothed erection against her ass.
"I want to fuck you like this," I brush my lips against her ear. "With you watching in the mirror as I take you from behind."
She nods, pushing back against me. "Yes. Now. Please."
I fumble with my belt and jeans, pushing them down along with my boxers. My cock springs free, hard and aching. I reach into the drawer beside the sink for a condom, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it on quickly.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I meet her eyes in the mirror again. "Ready?"
"Yes," she breathes, gripping the edge of the vanity.
I push into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. We both moan as I fill her.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," I groan once I'm fully seated inside her.
"Fuck me now!"
I obey, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. I watch her face in the mirror as pleasure overtakes her. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her lips parted in ecstasy.
"Look at us," I urge, one hand sliding around to find her clit. "Look how perfect we are together."
Her eyes flutter open, fixing on our reflection. The sight of us, me behind her, with my cock disappearing into her body, her face twisted in pleasure, nearly sends me over the edge.
I turn her face towards me and kiss her as I continue to thrust. She moans into my mouth.
When I pull back, I slide two fingers into her mouth. She sucks them eagerly, her tongue swirling around the digits in a way that makes me think of her mouth on other parts of me.
"That's it," I encourage, pulling my fingers from her mouth and returning them to her clit. "Take what you need."
She grinds back against me, meeting each thrust with increasing urgency. I can feel her tightening around me, getting close again.
"Come for me," I command, circling her clit faster. "Come on my cock."
Her second orgasm hits her hard.
"Axl…" she clamps down on me so tightly it's almost painful. The sight of her coming undone in the mirror pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into bliss with a deep groan.
For a moment, we stay like that, both panting and trembling. Then I carefully pull out, disposing of the condom in the nearby trash before turning her in my arms.
I kiss her softly and she sighs against my lips, her body relaxing into mine.
"Stay with me tonight," I murmur against her lips.
"I can't."